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by Marelle Hipolito ’21

I hate being sensitive to normal things because of abnormal situationsAnd I hate looking deeper into what’s meant to be surface-level interpretationsJokes and side notes, thinking every mirror has smokeEvery double take and I go a little bit more insane

I hate that my friends don’t hear me laugh straight from my heartAnd I hate that they’re being cut from all my broken partsThe friendships gap, then snap; another whiskey bottle uncappedMore than just the pain I want to ease and sedate

I hate that the windows are closed until further noticeAnd I hate that those light conversations are being left unspoken“We’ll patrol the loopholes, we’ve got it under control”I know the difference between coal and gold

I hate having nothing else to talk or write aboutAnd I hate that I don’t smile and whisper, I only cry and shoutAll this confidentiality about my realityHelp me please, I’m on my knees

But I love that I hate calling the assembly of the troopsAnd I love to hate that they’re behind me, all the way throughAfter all this exposure they embrace me in closureAnd they put their hands on mine as I turn the page over

But I love to hate to pay for gas on runaway tripsAnd I love to hate reaching the bottom of a bag of chipsUkelele singing out of tune, laying in bed until after noonDeeper friendships and memories to swoon into

I love that I hate all of this, and not any part of meAnd I love to hate the wind, not the apple that fell far from the treeWide-eyed at the bright side, swimming through both high and low tidesI hate that it’s not now, but I love that eventually, it’ll be alright

Poetry

Two Writers One Line: “When I read the text, I scream”

The Glass Shattered Below by Grace O’Connor ’22 When I read the text, I scream Glowing from the screen The words popping out, sucking me in As my eyes glazed over them Slowly, in disbelief, I turned off my…

Alcatraz of Balloons

by Jessica Polanco ’21 In Lil Rhody somewhere, There was a young girl, With her mind a bit too into romance and a spine still learning to straighten. I write things down for a living. I spend days pissed off…

The Simple Truth

by Grace O’Connor ’22 Large crowds always made her head spin She could never hear herself think which is why She preferred to be alone, hear her own thoughts Flood in her head like a much-needed drug Silence is what…

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